Last Hunt of First Phase

We had an awesome draw at the WMA. It
was a short walk and wade. The water
was puddle duck depth full of fall
panicum, millet, duckweed, smart
weed, and duck potato. Two different
people gave us pointers for where
to set up.

Unfortunately, two things worked against
us. The people to the west of us didn't
go to their spot; they set up right where
we wanted to be. The other is that the
ducks moved out with this last front.
We managed to squeak out four green
wing teal. The worst shot of the day
was on a group of a ringers that came
scorching right over us. I dropped two
of them. They turned out to be
XXXXXX XXXXXXXXX. The public humiliation
in front of my kids was painful. At
least, the "professional wildlife
biologist" hunting with us thought they
were ringers too. The awesome shot
of the day was on a pair of pintail.
the PWB spotted them, Jim hit the
pinner call, and they came right in.
I figured the PWB would take the lead bird.
The trail bird was a hen. I didn't want
to leave her lonely; so I yelled, "You
take the drake and I'll take the hen."
I heard him shoot and saw the duck fall
from the corner of my eye. My hen
started to climb straight up. I nailed
her and she started to fall so hard
and fast that I thought she might hit
Dave.



I hate being a hen killer, but that does
double my lifetime pintail take. Sadly,
the PWB's pinner was a hen too.

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